tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31125492167563442282024-03-13T19:06:24.146-05:00The Leaky B@@bA Breastfeeding pub where we laugh, cry, share and provide information and support for breastfeeding moms everywhere.Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10044848132874174201noreply@blogger.comBlogger139125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112549216756344228.post-74203910468127933172011-01-06T20:14:00.001-06:002011-01-06T20:21:34.198-06:00It's Been Great But TLB is Moving OnBlogger and I have had a long and beautiful friendship, after my days bogging in Xanga, blogger was like a breath of fresh air. It's been great but I'm moving on. I've finally made the jump and from now on will be using <a href="http://theleakyboob.com/">theleakyboob.com</a> for all my blog posts moving forward. It's still under construction and I am excited about some of the plans for the website. All the posts from here have been moved to the website so you can still find all your favorite old posts. This has been in the works for some time now and I'd been planning to move it for the New Year. Excited it's finally happening and I owe a huge thank you to Chuck and <a href="http://www.organicprpro.com/">Sheri</a> from<a href="http://www.roadtripsforfamilies.com/"> Road Trips For Families</a> for helping me make the move and dealing with my complete ineptitude with all things technical. Please bookmark the new site, subscribe to the feedburner or google reader and visit the website often.<br />
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JessicaJessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10044848132874174201noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112549216756344228.post-24259528600284712832011-01-03T09:34:00.000-06:002011-01-03T09:34:41.330-06:00The Email From Facebook<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2hdtSwq6dxaJ4guc35Z40f_i1s8eK-aLQ2MMU3OHWlraQJfbzBooD3mL0Mq3_rGbQniu_oDTXTfkwI6kZcMRzUr1HUb-tQ_7dq1wjIS2EJv7fyWfIaDBToARbd5qriOwFSAGFyfw2op8/s1600/FBgraphic.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2hdtSwq6dxaJ4guc35Z40f_i1s8eK-aLQ2MMU3OHWlraQJfbzBooD3mL0Mq3_rGbQniu_oDTXTfkwI6kZcMRzUr1HUb-tQ_7dq1wjIS2EJv7fyWfIaDBToARbd5qriOwFSAGFyfw2op8/s400/FBgraphic.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
"Your Page "The Leaky B@@b" has been removed for violating our Terms of Use. A Facebook Page is a distinct presence used solely for business or promotional purposes. Among other things, Pages that are hateful, threatening, or obscene are not allowed. We also take down Pages that attack an individual or group, or that are set up by an unauthorized individual. If your Page was removed for any of the above reasons, it will not be reinstated. Continued misuse of Facebook's features could result in the permanent loss of your account."<br />
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Well, that clears everything right up, doesn't it?Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10044848132874174201noreply@blogger.com32tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112549216756344228.post-19645854987786779982011-01-03T07:01:00.009-06:002011-01-03T15:22:27.610-06:00Why TLB on Facebook and What You Can Do To HelpBetter late than never. I'm hoping this is true because I'm showing up late to my own party. After my little <a href="http://leakyboob.blogspot.com/2011/01/leaky-strong-fairtytale.html">fairytale land came crashing down</a> I had to stay and be active in the real world, the one where I'm mommy, wife, daughter-in-law, cradle, food, cook, etc. The plans for the day would go on and online drama would have to wait for later.<br />
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I've been grateful that for quite a while now The Leaky Boob Facebook page has been flying safely under the radar. Not getting attention was a good thing, it helped keep TLB a safe place, a place where the community of "Leakies" as we called ourselves was free to carry on encouraging and supporting breastfeeding. Rarely did I worry about something happening to our page. If something did happen we already had created <a href="http://www.theleakyboob.com/Forum/index.php">The Leaky Boob Forums</a> as a protected space for conversation and sharing photos without fear of them being deleted. It wasn't that I was unaware that Facebook deleted breastfeeding photos and whole accounts over breastfeeding images, I just hoped that we were a quiet enough group that nobody would notice or have any reason to cause trouble.<br />
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People don't always have to have a reason. Or at least, not one I can understand.<br />
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It has been pointed out a few times that Facebook can't be trusted as a safe place for forum type communities and with good reason, they can indeed delete things all willy-nilly and without warning. Which is exactly what happened. So why build a community on Facebook when we risk having it all taken away?<br />
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Simply put: because the community built itself. Though we created the space for <a href="http://www.theleakyboob.com/Forum/index.php">protected forums</a> they didn't grow at the rate the Facebook community did. The culture founded itself on Facebook and there were many reasons for it to continue there in spite of the precarious nature of the site. Facebook is easy to use. The simple layout made skimming for new posts a cinch. The accessibility to the site from mobile devices such as phones and iPods allowed people that didn't have regular access to a computer access to the community. The ability to visit the page without going to another website or dealing with additional log-in helped it stay fast-paced and casual. Posts being updated in newsfeeds permitted followers to stay in touch without constantly having to keep up with multiple posts.<br />
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My plans for TLB were simple from the beginning: support breastfeeding women and the people that support them. Have fun. Be real. Communicate respectfully. Share information. Swap stories. Encourage moms and families. Tolerance. As long as I felt those things were happening I didn't see a need to change much.<br />
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But one of the biggest reasons we stayed on Facebook was that I couldn't have moved it if I wanted to. The Leakies were settled and happy. I loved knowing that right there in the middle of a mainstream social networking site was growing a community of breastfeeding supporters. Better yet, this helped connect moms of all styles, be they crunchy, mainstream, attachment-parents, traditional, homeschoolers, public-schoolers, Christian, Pagan, Atheist, European, SAHM, WOHM, old, young, first-time, seventh-time, currently lactating, hasn't lactated in 25 years, not-yet-a-mom, single, married, and on and on around one common piece of parenting: breastfeeding. People that would have never joined a breastfeeding forum could easily "like" a Facebook page and find out that breastfeeding wasn't just for "crazy hippie types" or just for "stay-at-home-moms" or just for the type-A "have it all together types" or just for whatever type they thought excluded them. Moms that would have been intimidated in many settings to say "I only want to breastfeed for 6 weeks" could read through posts without ever having to sign-up or create an account. Unfolding conversations invited participants and lurkers alike to experience the normal ups and downs, funny and sad, tender and strange moments of breastfeeding. To see breastfeeding as normal.<br />
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It is for all those reasons that I think it's worth getting the original The Leaky Boob page back on Facebook. Sure, it's risky and there's a chance we'll experience trouble again. So what. I've had mastitis twice in the last 4 months, I'm still breastfeeding. Because it's totally worth it. To me this is worth it too. Reaching and encouraging moms right where they are.<br />
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What can you do? Plenty.<br />
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<b>Join the petition.</b> For starters you can join the <a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?ref=home#%21/pages/Bring-back-The-Leaky-Boob/185706648121870">Bring Back The Leaky Boob</a> Facebook page and you can share it with all your friends and then some. In less than 24 hours it grew to over 5,000 "likes" and there is strength in numbers. Information will be shared in real time on that page so please be sure to follow what's going on there.<br />
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<b>Let Mark Zuckerberg know.</b> I have no idea if this will make any difference at all but reading the comments on <a href="http://www.facebook.com/topic.php?uid=68310606562&topic=18315">Mark Zuckerberg's fan page</a>, all 281 of them, are so encouraging. Leave one if you'd like, if nothing else it's just another place where we say we want TLB back and why.<br />
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<b>Blog about it.</b> Posts started rolling out early in support of The Leaky Boob and protesting Facebook's removal of our page. Long before I got around to writing anything and while I was eating ginger chicken with the family the blog world was buzzing with the news. I'm hoping to read each and every post too. At the end of this post will be a list of blog posts related to the removal of The Leaky Boob's Facebook page. Check them out and thank the writers for the Leaky support.<br />
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<b>Email.</b> Respectful emails to Facebook to let them know you would like to see The Leaky Boob Facebook page brought back. Please take time to craft your emails with respect. Angry or hateful messages with name-calling are easily dismissed. Level-headed, calm but persistent messages are harder to ignore. Let's show breastfeeding moms and breastfeeding supporters as a collected, educated group and blow apart the stereotype of hormonal outraged women. (Even if that's how you feel.) You can try the <a href="http://www.facebook.com/help.php">Facebook help center</a> though I've had little success through that avenue. The <a href="mailto:appeals@fb.com">new email address for appeals</a> has already gotten me a response and you can try any of these as well with @fb.com: info, disabled, appeals, privacy, abuse, warning, customerservice. Huge thanks to <a href="http://carstarrod.blogspot.com/">Star</a> for finding those addresses.<br />
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<b>Continue supporting breastfeeding.</b> There are lots of pages on Facebook and people on Twitter that support breastfeeding, encouraging and educating on the subject. Let's not forget the real mission, encouraging breastfeeding moms whether they breastfeed for a week, a month, a year or 3 years. What really makes a difference is support; a breastfeeding mom with a community behind her is a breastfeeding mom with a future success story no matter how it turns out. People are posting on the <a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Bring-back-The-Leaky-Boob/185706648121870#%21/pages/Bring-back-The-Leaky-Boob/185706648121870">Bring Back The Leaky Boob</a> page looking for BFing help as well as on <a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Bring-back-The-Leaky-Boob/185706648121870#%21/TLBSupport">TLB Support</a>. <a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?ref=home#%21/BestForBabes">Best for Babes</a>, <a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?ref=home#%21/NursingFreedom">Nursing Freedom</a>, <a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?ref=home#%21/pages/Dispelling-Breastfeeding-Myths/103045073084559">Dispelling Breastfeeding Myths</a>, <a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?ref=home#%21/pages/Nurtured-Child/175055492506767">Nurture Child</a>, <a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?ref=home#%21/pages/Blacktating-Blog/53503707815">Blacktating Blog</a>, TLB sponsors <a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?ref=home#%21/PumpEase">PumpEase</a>, <a href="http://www.facebook.com/MotherloveHerbal?ref=ts">Motherlove Herbal</a>, <a href="http://www.facebook.com/MotherloveHerbal?ref=ts#%21/pages/The-Shower-Hug-by-Belmama-and-Cherub/55924712470">The Shower Hug</a>, and lots, lots, lots more. And support in real life ways too, support groups, mom-to-mom and by breastfeeding in public if your lactating and comfortable with NIP (Nursing In Public) and if you're not then giving an encouraging smile to any mom you do happen to see NIP.<br />
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<b>Media.</b> This isn't the first time Facebook has deleted breastfeeding related pages and accounts. They've done it before. Yet they leave plenty of other pages that have been flagged and reported for being truly obscene. So what's the deal? If you want to know maybe it's time we take it to the media, maybe they can help us get some answers. When <a href="http://guggiedaly.blogspot.com/">Guggie Daly's</a> account was removed for allegedly violating the TOS with breastfeeding photos the media got wind of it and held Facebook accountable. Guggies account was reinstated shortly after. And when <a href="http://www.katehansenart.com/2/post/2010/09/deleted-from-facebook.html">Kate Hansen</a> and <a href="http://bliss-breastfeeding.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-my-name-is-emma-kwasnica.html">Emma Kwasnica</a> had their accounts deleted in separate incidents Facebook reactivated their accounts when the press started poking around. They even <a href="http://www.thestar.com/living/article/794323--are-these-obscene?bn=1">claim it happens on accident</a>. Anyone else have one eyebrow involuntarily shoot up at that suggestion? What gives? How do they keep accidentally deleting accounts related to breastfeeding? And will they ever learn? You can call or email your local media outlets and let them know that it appears Facebook is discriminating against women, specifically breastfeeding moms.<br />
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<b>Comment and share.</b> Asking for comments makes me uncomfortable but having the interaction in an easier to find place such as the blog is helpful, particularly right now. It would be great to point to the blog and show the support present in the comments. Whether it is on this or other posts, it would mean a lot to me if you showed your support by leaving comments relating to the post you comment on. Then share any posts from here on the blog that speak to you in some way. Old or new, spread the word as a demonstration of our community being alive and well. Let's get the words The Leaky Boob all over Facebook in a way they can't just hide with a click of a button. And twitter too. Which reminds me, you can find me tweeting at <a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/TheLeakyBoob">TheLeakyBoob</a>.<br />
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<b>Breastfeed.</b> I don't yet have links to share but you can find information on the <a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Bring-back-The-Leaky-Boob/185706648121870#%21/pages/Bring-back-The-Leaky-Boob/185706648121870?v=wall">Bring Back The Leaky Boob page</a>. If you're a breastfeeding mom and would feel empowered by joining other women in a nurse-in, there are some being organized. Be looking for details and I'll share what I know when I know it.<br />
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<b>Read and share the articles</b>. Check out the posts here and the blogs listed below. Read and comment and then share those links on Facebook, Twitter, the forums you frequent, etc. Traffic, comments, and pure volume helps get attention and social pressure is really all we have to help make some change.<br />
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Thank you for all the support. The Leaky Boob has made a difference for many women by having a presence on Facebook. Even if we made a difference for just one woman I would still fight to be there. <br />
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<i>List of blogs that have written about TLB and Facebook. This list will be added to and updated, it is a work in progress. If you would like to add your blog to this list please post in the comments below. Thank you!</i><br />
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<a href="http://carstarrod.blogspot.com/2011/01/hey-hey-ho-howhy-facebook-might-have-to.html">Hey, hey, ho, ho... Why Facebook (might) have to go...</a><i> by Car StarRod</i> <br />
<a href="http://blog.nurturedchild.ca/index.php/2011/01/02/facebooks-contribution-to-the-declining-health-of-society/">Facebook's Contribution to the Declining Health of Society</a><i> by Nurtured Child</i><br />
<a href="http://dagmarbleasdale.com/2011/01/facebook-deletes-leaky-boob-support-group-for-breastfeeding-moms/">Facebook Deletes Leaky Boob Support Group for Breastfeeding Moms</a><i> by Dagmar Bleasdale</i><br />
<a href="http://confessionsofanearthyyoungmom.blogspot.com/2011/01/breast-feeding-is-about-as-sexy-as.html">Breastfeeding Is About As Sexy As Eating A Salad</a><i> by Confessions of an Earthy Young Mom </i><br />
<a href="http://confessionsofanearthyyoungmom.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-leaky-heart.html">My Leaky Heart</a><i> by Confessions of an Earthy Young Mom</i><br />
<a href="http://donaidh.blogspot.com/2011/01/breasfeeding-crime-punishable-by-social.html">Breastfeeding: A crime punishable by social ostracism... you decide!</a><i> by Prolixity2</i><br />
<a href="http://attachedatthenip.blogspot.com/2011/01/bring-back-leaky-bb.html">Bring Back The Leaky Boob</a><i> by Attached At the Nip (isn't that a clever name?!)</i><br />
<a href="http://reedfamilyjourney.blogspot.com/2011/01/really-facebook.html?spref=fb">Really Facebook?</a><i> by Adventures in Mommyhood (great minds think alike, I was thinking this same title for a bit)</i><br />
<a href="http://michelletant.blogspot.com/2011/01/boobtastic-media-storm.html">Boobtastic Media Storm</a> <i>by Michelle Tant</i><br />
<a href="http://notjustmom.com/2011/01/03/monday-giveaway-awesomeness/">Monday Giveaway Awesomeness</a> <i>by Not Just Mom</i><br />
<a href="http://villagewisewoman.blogspot.com/2011/01/facebook-and-twisted-sensitivities.html">Facebook and Twisted Sensibilities</a><i> by Village Wise Woman </i><br />
<a href="http://www.mummiesnummies.com/2011/01/breast-feeding-support-under-attack.html">Breastfeeding Support Under Attack</a><i> by Mummies Nummies</i><br />
<a href="http://mommakt.blogspot.com/2011/01/help-leaky-boob.html">Help The Leaky Boob</a> <i>by MommaKt</i><br />
<a href="http://teslagirl360.blogspot.com/2011/01/dude-wheres-my-leaky-bb.html">Dude, Where's My Leaky B@@b?</a> <i>by Rockin' Momma</i><br />
<a href="http://www.embracethechaos.ca/2011/01/why-does-facebook-hate-breastfeeding.html">Why Does Facebook Hate Breastfeeding</a> <i>by Embrace The Chaos, MSNca Lifestyle</i><br />
<a href="http://thegoodletdown.blogspot.com/2011/01/bring-back-leaky-bb.html">Bring Back The Leaky B@@b</a> <i>by The Good Letdown</i><br />
<a href="http://thestir.cafemom.com/baby/114526/facebook_deletes_breastfeeding_support_group">Facebook Deletes Breastfeeding Support Group 'The Leaky B@@b'</a> <i>by Christie Haskell at The Stir </i><br />
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<i>Thanks to all you fantastic bloggers for your support. I am honored to be a part of such a large, global community that supports women and families.</i>Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10044848132874174201noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112549216756344228.post-41794634120316842602011-01-02T23:37:00.003-06:002011-01-03T03:38:26.266-06:00Leaky Strong- A FairytaleOnce upon a time there was a quiet but active little community of like-minded people. That weren't all exactly alike and they didn't agree on everything but at their core they were all united. This community worked hard to keep things encouraging, supportive and safe for all. Family minded, the people loved to share stories and pictures of their children growing strong and celebrated even the smallest victory together. They had a pretty good funny bone and loved laughter but were always honest about the challenges and struggles they faced. If someone needed to cry they could always find a caring shoulder and a fresh hankie. It was tight knit but welcoming to newcomers. As long as everyone could abide by the agreed upon guidelines of respectful dialogue, friendly encouragement, no name-calling or belittling, and give kind, honest support this peaceful community would flourish as a safe haven for many. Occasionally they would be set upon by trolls, mean creatures that liked to taunt and mock the citizens of the community by poking sticks at them but they were usually ignored and when bored they'd move on to another community to heckle. Occasionally the community would attract wolves with an evil glint in their eyes, stalking their victims seeking tastes of something forbidden but the people would rally and banish the wolves restoring safety to the land. And so it was the community was safe, cherished and loved by many, growing in number and wisdom.<br />
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Until one morning they woke up and the lord of the land totally wiped out the entire structure of the community. It was gone. At first confused and hurt the scattered members searched for their beloved space but alas, it seemed to have vanished. <br />
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This morning I woke to what I knew would be a very busy day with my father-in-law visiting, lunch out and tentative plans for a family outing. Planning on going to church I got breakfast rolling, kids dressed, jumped in the shower, changed a diaper of epic proportions and managed to get out of my bathrobe and fairly decently dressed all before sitting to breastfeed Smunchie for the morning. I noticed a text on my phone and after settling in to nurse and check Facebook, Twitter and emails I opened the text. Distracted by the fact that The Leaky Boob Facebook page wouldn't load but kept directing me to my newsfeed I clicked my profile and checked the text from The Piano Man. I puzzled at his text "OMG!!! TLB facebook!" before a sinking feeling hit me. Looking at my profile there was a post from a regular Leaky (what we call the TLB Facebook "likers") asking where the page was. Just below that post was one from <a href="http://notjustmom.com/">Jessi, the girl</a> that had originally helped me set-up The Leaky Boob Facebook page: "eep, looks like someone reported TLB. I just got a message it was removed for violation of TOS." Just to be sure I tried to get there 1 more time. Nothing.<br />
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Facebook messages, emails, Twitter and TLB forum posts had already begun pouring in before I was even up for the day it turns out. From around the world Leakies started rallying. As one put it "hell hath no fury like a woman scorned" and Facebook just scorned close to 5,000 not to mention all those that will catch wind of this that weren't already a part of The Leaky Boob.<br />
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I'm not going to lie, honesty is something valued around TLB, I sat on my couch and cried. Not a typical response for me but I wasn't crying for myself. So many women found woman to woman support, support from her equals that have walked in her shoes and now that place was gone. A treasure trove of wisdom that empowered her as a mother. Now this community had it's space taken away. So I cried for our community. Then I got my cup of coffee, started reading emails,<a href="http://www.theleakyboob.com/Forum/index.php"> approving forum registrations</a> and reading the flood of support I slowly grew strong. Leaky strong.<br />
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Laura, a steadfast Leaky in Ireland had already set-up a Bring Back The Leaky Boob page in protest and it grew to over 4,000 in less than 16 hours. Leakies posted on <a href="http://www.facebook.com/markzuckerberg">Mark Zuckerberg</a>'s discussion board, asking him to go after truly offensive pages and <a href="http://www.facebook.com/markzuckerberg#topic_top">reinstate TLB</a>. Other parenting and breastfeeding support pages such as <a href="http://www.blogger.com/">Best for Babes</a>, <a href="http://www.facebook.com/markzuckerberg?v=wall#%21/NursingFreedom">Nursing Freedom</a>, <a href="http://www.facebook.com/markzuckerberg?v=wall#%21/pages/Dispelling-Breastfeeding-Myths/103045073084559">Dispelling Breastfeeding Myths</a>, <a href="http://www.facebook.com/markzuckerberg?v=wall#%21/profile.php?id=100001330455190">Bella Luna Toys</a>, <a href="http://www.facebook.com/mandalajourney?ref=ts&v=wall#%21/hipmountainmama">Hip Mountain Mama</a>, <a href="http://www.facebook.com/search.php?q=Hippie%20Mountain%20Mama&init=quick&tas=0.2853195872044614&ref=ts#%21/AccustomedChaos">Accustomed Chaos</a>, <a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Nurtured-Child/175055492506767?v=wall">Nurtured Child</a>, <a href="http://www.facebook.com/mandalajourney?ref=ts&v=wall#%21/pages/Job-Description-Mommy/137355506305662">Job Description Mommy</a>, <a href="http://www.facebook.com/search.php?q=Hippie%20Mountain%20Mama&init=quick&tas=0.2853195872044614&ref=ts#%21/wildmotherarts">Wild Mother Arts</a>, <a href="http://www.facebook.com/mandalajourney?ref=ts&v=wall">The Mandala Journey</a>, <a href="http://diapeze.com/">Diapeze.com</a>, <a href="http://www.facebook.com/mandalajourney?ref=ts&v=wall#%21/pages/Elegant-Mommy/43919788876">Elegant Mommy</a>, <a href="http://www.facebook.com/mandalajourney?ref=ts&v=wall#%21/NearMamasHeartAChildrensBookAboutBreastfeeding">Near Mama's Heart</a>, <a href="http://www.facebook.com/markzuckerberg?v=wall#%21/pages/Just-West-of-Crunchy/182314021783738">Just West of Crunchy</a>, and so, so, so many more posted in an outcry of support. I'm sure I missed some favorites but the response was HUGE!<br />
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I think our fairytale space will be restored, though we don't have an actual ending yet. I don't believe in endings anyway, just a continuation of the journey. As we unite together (there's a <a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?ref=home#%21/TLBSupport">TLB Support page too, a temporary space</a> for ongoing breastfeeding and parenting support) and show not only Facebook but the world what community and support means to us we can make a difference. Not surprisingly I have a lot of thoughts on all this but here I just wanted to share the story of what happened to The Leaky Boob space on Facebook. Thank you everyone that has shown support, we are Leaky strong.Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10044848132874174201noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112549216756344228.post-4679171639098578252010-12-31T10:31:00.000-06:002010-12-31T10:31:31.225-06:00This Moment- Playing On the Farm<i>{this moment} - A Friday ritual from <a href="http://www.soulemama.com/soulemama/">Soule Mama</a>, one of my favorite bloggers. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember. If you're inspired to do the same, leave a link to your 'moment' in the comments for all to find and see. </i><br />
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</i>Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10044848132874174201noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112549216756344228.post-66445670797333922432010-12-28T07:36:00.002-06:002010-12-28T08:28:16.327-06:00To My Nursling On Your First Birthday<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Smunchie, 5 weeks old,<br />
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Dear Smunchie,<br />
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My darling, sweet girl, I love you. My chest tightens when I think of you as though I'm going to burst apart so great is the love I have for you. It is overwhelming and surprising for I have that same sensation when I think of each of your four big sisters and yet there was more than enough room for you in my heart and our home. You have filled that space well. In our house you are a rock star, we flock to you in hopes of a smile bestowed upon us, striving to extract one of your ever-ready giggles like a tiny nugget of gold to be cherished as a prized possession.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Smunchie, 12.28.09</td></tr>
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Today we celebrate you and quietly I will also be celebrating me, us. Your birth was beautiful, hard but beautiful. A challenging labor on both of us with a difficult presentation (your poor face!) we had to work hard to birth you and you were bruised from the effort. It has been a year since I sang through contractions, a year since I pushed you out of my body on my bed, a year since I first saw your face, touched your cheek, kissed your head, breathed your scent, gave you my breast. So much has happened in this first year and yet I feel as though I merely blinked and here we are. Together and with your daddy and sisters we have encountered moments of ecstatic joy, wonder, discovery, fear, uncertainty, frustration, tenderness, energy, curiosity, and love. It has been a good year and I feel honored to not only have shared it with you but to be the one you turned to for comfort, nourishment, and sustenance along the way. And to be the one to make you laugh the most.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">On her way out, Smunchie's head, my hands, 12.28.09<br />
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Not only do we celebrate the first year of your life outside the womb and all the many milestones that entails but I celebrate us making it to the first year of breastfeeding. We were not without our hurdles. Jaundice, heart troubles, lost weight, no weight gain, terrible latch, bloody nipples, sleepy baby, doctor visits, chest x-rays, EKGs, monitors, and pumping, I wondered if we would make it. I didn't expect these challenges, I considered myself an old pro at breastfeeding but as it turned out I hired a Lactation Consultant for the first time for me personally with you, my 5th baby. With the help of your daddy, our midwives, our pediatrician and some friends we made it though and finally my nipples healed, your latch improved and you got back to your birth weight and kept growing, you heart and body getting stronger every day. We did that, you and I, we made it. Not every mother gets this, it doesn't always work out, <a href="http://leakyboob.blogspot.com/2010/08/lucky-mother-i.html">I'm one of the lucky ones</a>.<br />
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You amazed me the first time you really went in search of the breast, before we knew something was amiss you already knew what you needed. Surprisingly strong and determined you went after my breast with gusto and a perfect latch. Though difficulties developed shortly after that I saw a glimpse into your personality during that feeding and admired you greatly even then. It is this personality along with the prayers and help of others that got you through when the going got rough.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Smunchie's first breastfeeding photo</td></tr>
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In spite of a rocky start we settled in to a special breastfeeding relationship after about the 12 week mark. A relationship I treasured just a bit more because of it's tenuous start. There were times, bare chest to bare chest when I would feel your tiny heart beat against me while you suckled and I would breath just a little bit easier for that moment knowing we were doing the very best we could for you and it was working. Days turned into weeks and you began smiling back at me as you stared up into my eyes while you were feeding. Then came your little hand reaching for my face and if it wasn't already established, I was hooked.<br />
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I'm still hooked and will be forever. These breastfeeding days are short in the grand scheme of your life but they are precious to me. This time where I am your world, your favorite person, your comfort and your favorite nutrition will move along quickly. I do my best to hold on to them but I know that all I can really do is enjoy them while they last. Because just as you will grow up developing more of that amazing personality you have so these breastfeeding days will grow into bigger and better things for you someday.<br />
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But not any time soon, we've got a while yet.<br />
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Your name is fitting to you already, Cosette Marguerite Constance. You are the constant flower of the victorious people; strong yet delicate, beautiful yet steadfast, victorious yet blooming. To me you're also Smunchie, my cuddly small one ready to munch, my smunchkin. I love you with a love bigger than I can begin to understand. Happy Birthday my little nursling.<br />
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Much love,<br />
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Mommy (AKA Boobies)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Smunchie 12.21.10.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10044848132874174201noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112549216756344228.post-44255397731525807022010-12-24T07:01:00.001-06:002010-12-24T07:01:00.141-06:00This Moment- For the Love of Sisters<i>{this moment} - A Friday ritual from <a href="http://www.soulemama.com/soulemama/">Soule Mama</a>, one of my favorite bloggers. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember. If you're inspired to do the same, leave a link to your 'moment' in the comments for all to find and see. </i><br />
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</i>Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10044848132874174201noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112549216756344228.post-57530230187197708152010-12-22T17:00:00.004-06:002010-12-22T19:10:45.307-06:00A Time To Heal- A look at postpartum recovery<i><span class="postbody">This post was inspired by something I wrote a year ago to a friend feeling overwhelmed with life and the physical condition of her body just 3 weeks after giving birth. I've changed a lot of it and added to it to apply to more women but the message is the same. </span></i><br />
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<span class="postbody">I often see or hear of women pushing themselves to return to normal as quickly as possible after birth. In a hurry to get their life and body back they jump into a myriad of activities at warp speed, often just days after giving birth. Riding on the birth and baby high, pumped full of adrenaline yet restless from the last few weeks of pregnancy, particularly if they felt like a watched pot, these women fill their schedule, attack their house, and find new projects determined to not be slowed down, impatiently trying to control and master this new version of normal. These women are often viewed with admiration and awe and the media highlights celebrities that are back to their prepregnant weight by 6 weeks or were spotted out jogging at 3 weeks or were back on the set of their TV show at 10 days. This is held up as the epitome of a strong woman, give birth, bounce back, conquer world. After all, women in China squat in a rice field, push their baby out and throw them on their back then return to work, right? </span><br />
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<span class="postbody">It's as though we've forgotten to celebrate. We've forgotten how important it is to rest after a hard work and enjoy the fruit of our labors. We've forgotten that while pregnancy and childbirth may not be an illness our bodies still need to recover from the taxing physical and emotional demands of the endeavor. Pregnancy, labor and childbirth may be a normal part of life but it is anything but easy. The change a woman's body goes through are massive to say nothing of the emotional journey as well. Ignoring this reality can have serious consequences for our bodies, our emotional health, our breastfeeding relationship with our baby, our mothering, and our families. Do not underestimate the potential for damage if we neglect our postpartum healing. </span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Smunchie, 2 weeks.</td></tr>
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<span class="postbody">I understand the temptation, the drive. My pregnancies are difficult and I feel more alive after birth than I ever feel during the months of pregnancy so I can't wait to get back to feeling well and being active. Two weeks after giving birth to my first we moved and I returned to teaching private lessons and was leading worship at 3 weeks. With my second I was performing at 6 days postpartum, my dress too tight in the chest thanks to being engorged and my baby in the green room with a friend where I'd run to nurse her between sets praying I wouldn't soak through my breast pads. With my 3rd baby I did nothing... for a week and then I was back cleaning my house, cooking and grocery shopping. I actually had maternity leave that time and I took it, mostly. The only reason I wasn't out shopping, taking the older kids to the park and lessons was because we all got the flu when she was just 3 weeks old. Almost 5 years later baby #4 was born and I still hadn't learned my lesson, shopping at Baby's R Us at 2 days postpartum, walking the mall at 2 weeks and attending births at 3 weeks and that was after experiencing uterine prolapse during the pushing stage. In the 2 years between #4 and #5 I learned a lot, worked with a lot of women as a midwife student and doula, studied different cultures approach to birth and motherhood, talked to midwives and many mothers and came to realize that we were missing something vital. Nearly a year ago with Smunchie I did nothing for almost 4 weeks and then tried to gradually eased into activity after that. The biggest obstacle I encountered in trying to rest? Not my children, not the house cleaning, not the cooking, not anything I was missing out on. No, the biggest obstacle was the voice in my head and a tiny handful of other people (including the company that came to "help") saying I couldn't let this "keep me down," I was strong and there was so much to do. Stupid voices.</span><br />
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<span class="postbody">Dear pregnant women and recently postpartum women, I have a few things to say to you. Please, please, please let yourself rest and recover, do not be impatient with this postpartum time. You have gone through so much and now is the time to simply be with your baby. You have not done a small thing, no. This major organ and bag of muscles in your body grew quickly more than tripling in size in a few months. Your blood volume more than doubled. Demands were placed on your body and while it rose to the challenge this also depleted your resources. Organs shifted and were smashed. If you had a vaginal birth your body worked to move your baby down and out, stretching, pulling, opening, applying 40-60 pounds of pressure as your uterus flexed it's great strength to bring you your baby. Parts of your body stretched and eased out a whole person, a small person but still, a person. And maybe not that small. Any tearing or swelling needs time to heal. If you encountered interventions outside of your body's own initiative then you have additional physical stress and possibly emotional stress to recover from as well. For those that had a cesarean, you had major (as in, serious, muscle separating, invasive) surgery that removed a significant mass (baby, sorry) from your body causing significant blood loss, a shift of internal organs, and an incision that all require recovery and healing. C-section surgery may be the most common surgery in our country but that doesn't make it any less invasive and traumatizing on the body. </span><span class="postbody"> C-sections don't mean you get to completely skip out on postpartum recovery and "only" have to recover from surgery, no, you have both to do and this isn't easy. Some of you labored and had major abdominal surgery too. However your baby was born </span><span class="postbody">you need rest and lots and lots of it. Either way there is a large wound inside you where the placenta was attached, it needs rest to heal. Days or weeks into your postpartum recovery you are healing from huge physical changes and giving birth, maybe surgery, tears, and more. </span><span class="postbody">Six weeks is a small amount of time to ensure you recover well. Mothers recovering from a c-section, remember you had major surgery and you should be resting, REALLY resting for at least 8 weeks knowing that surgery can take even longer for full recovery. </span><br />
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<span class="postbody">The western world has placed unrealistic expectations and demands on new mothers during the postpartum period. We not only neglect them but we ask them to neglect themselves! I'm a firm believer that staying home, lounging in your PJs for 6 weeks with good food, real support, and helpers is the best way to set a new mother up for success. In cultures where this is practiced PPD rates are significantly lower, mothers report being happier and more confident and marriages are stronger. A woman's partner sees that she has gone through a physically trans-formative experience and respects that more in her. I am a huge advocate of pregnancy and birth as normal, life events, not an illness but at the same time recognize that we must embrace the changes that this normal process brings our bodies with peace, rest, and gentleness for ourselves. </span><br />
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<span class="postbody"> I know it's hard, I know you've been stuck feeling crappy at the end of pregnancy for what feels like ages and it is hard not to be in a hurry to return to normal. But here's the reality check we rarely talk about: you have a new normal now. Life will <i>never</i> go back completely the same, everything has changed. Normal is now redefined. This new normal includes having been pregnant and giving birth, being a mother for the first time or having one (or 2 or 3) more children than you did before. Busy before looks nothing like busy now. Sleep is changed. Instead of handbag you carry a diaper bag. You don't even pee the same way. Our culture tells us these things are the bad parts of becoming a mother but maybe they are actually the good parts. I don't know but what I do know is that at first it is just crazy overwhelming. Your postpartum time can help you ease into this new normal as much as possible. Pull out of your regular activities, they will be fine not having you for a few weeks I promise. You will too. Recognize that there will have to be a lot of flexibility because your baby simply isn't going to be reading the same things you are. Just like with labor and birth take it one step, one minute at a time. Go easy on yourself and show yourself some grace. Even if you have other children already you need this time and the truth is they do to. Embracing the changes you are all experiencing means giving room for them to happen. And by the way, those celebrities you see, they have help, lots and lots of help. Not to mention they're not respecting themselves either by ignoring this time.</span><br />
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Now, I'm pulling out the mommy tone... you can ignore me if you like but I have to say it. <br />
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Put the car seat down. For that matter, put the keys down. You don't have to be super mom. In fact, if you try you are likely to burn out and find yourself much worse off. Take it or leave it but I'm giving you permission to not wash your hair, not change your clothes, not leave the house, not wash a dish, not pick-up a toy and not do anything else than put a DVD on, sit on the couch with your precious baby and be the postpartum woman you actually are. Stare into your baby's eyes, stare at partner staring into your baby's eyes. Close your eyes and take a nap when all three of you are tired of staring. Focus on breastfeeding and getting your supply well established, take the time to get both you and your baby comfortable with breastfeeding. Sip a glass of wine once in a while, take a long shower while someone else holds your baby, ask a friend paint your toe nails. Have your husband bring food home, if you don't care, let him pick, if you do care, call ahead and have the order placed and just let him know where to stop on his way home. Order extra so there are left-overs for tomorrow. Ask him to help pick up around the house even while you just lay in bed or sit on the couch. Yes, he's tired, yes, he may be working a lot and dealing with the stress of sleep issues with a newborn in the house (maybe) but, sorry, you still have the trump card of 9 months of major body changes, the extreme workout of your uterus contracting and pushing our a baby or the muscles in your abdomen recently severed, pulled apart and opened and your baby extracted from your insides after which you were put back together but not completely. Put the car seat down. Oh, I said that earlier. Well, I mean it. Ask for help, friends, family, or hired help (postpartum doulas are great) and actually let them help. You need rest and healing. Whatever that looks like. Who gives a flip if you take 6 weeks to do nothing? Being truly rested and healed is worth the time. You don't have to be on house arrest the whole time by any stretch but after giving yourself a good 2-3 weeks staying in, ease yourself into the outings slowly and listen to your body and go home when it says it's had enough and it's time to rest.</span><br />
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<span class="postbody">Your body has ways to tell you when you're not resting enough. If you spot any of these in yourself it's time to slow down.<b> </b></span><br />
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<span class="postbody"><b>Bright red bleeding</b>- The first few days the lochia (postpartum discharge of blood, tissue, and mucus) is usually heavy and red but it tapers off to pink and mucusy and then brown. When you see bright red after it has changed then you are doing too much.<b> </b></span><br />
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<span class="postbody"><b>Thirst</b>- Change in blood volume, hormones, sweating, and breastfeeding make staying hydrated important. If you're thirsty then your body is telling you it's dehydrated so please slow down and drink more and eat food rich in water.<b> </b></span><br />
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<span class="postbody"><b>Exhaustion</b>- Being tired goes with having a new baby but if you're exhausted you're setting yourself up for a host of other problems including postpartum depression. Sleep is important. The old adage to nap when the baby naps isn't just for fun, you really need to try to sleep every chance you can.</span><span class="postbody"><b> </b></span><br />
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<span class="postbody"><b>Baby Blues</b>- It's completely normal to have a wide range of emotions after having a baby and feeling a little blue isn't uncommon. However, when that feeling is stronger than just a bit of the blues or you find yourself battling overwhelming sadness, anxiety and stress, look and see if your schedule is too full. Don't hesitate to talk to your doctor about it if the blues turn into something much more oppressive.<b> </b></span><br />
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<span class="postbody"><b>Constipation</b>- There are several causes for constipation including diet and fluid intake but did you know that if you're not getting the rest you need and not taking the time to eat and drink well it can also contribute? And after pregnancy and birth you want to keep things easy down there.</span><span class="postbody"><b> </b></span><br />
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<span class="postbody"><b>Trouble sleeping</b>- Babies wake often to feed so sleep can be a little difficult to come by in the early days. If you find yourself unable to sleep when you do actually have the chance it could be because you're not getting enough rest and are overtired. Activity can help with sleep to but don't rush into anything, take your time and be well rested to avoid a vicious cycle.<b> </b></span><br />
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<span class="postbody"><b>Breastfeeding troubles</b>- There is nothing like staying home for weeks, putting your feet up and making sure you and your baby get off to as good a start as possible. This takes work, attention and sometimes perseverance. The first week is particularly important, lay in bed, eat, drink, nurse, change diapers there, and get your supply established by feeding on demand. The dust bunnies can wait, someone else can do the dishes or use paper plates but this breastfeeding relationship is for the long haul and not something that you want to worry about fixing later. </span><br />
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<span class="postbody"><b>Continued bleeding</b>- Most women stop bleeding anywhere between 3-6 weeks postpartum. I have seen with myself and with other women that the postpartum bleeding time can be greatly reduced by resting and for those that don't rest it often extends, sometimes going much longer than 6 weeks.<b> </b></span><br />
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<span class="postbody"><b>Touched out</b>- Babies like to be close which is great, we like to have them close too. But sometimes you may wonder when was the last time someone wasn't touching you. If you start feeling touched out and overwhelmed with physical contact it may be time to let someone else hold your baby. Your brain is signaling for you to take care of yourself and being fatigued will make you overly sensitive to stimulation. Feed your baby and hand him/her off while you take a nap alone, shower or make a run to the coffee shop drive-through.</span><br />
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<span class="postbody">It wasn't until my 5th baby that I finally rested postpartum. Looking back I don't regret taking that time at all and I wish I had respected myself and my babies more the 4 times prior. Due to some health concerns with Smunchie it wasn't exactly the restful period I had hoped for but it was significantly more so than it had ever been with my 4 older girls. My bleeding time was 3 weeks, we stocked up on cuddles as a family, I was actually able to sleep even with a crazy breastfeeding and pumping schedule, and I felt great. There were moments when I felt I should be doing something but nothing was left undone that either someone else couldn't do or couldn't wait for me to get around to it. To combat feeling lazy and unproductive (sleep is productive though!) I did knit some and really enjoyed having my baby laying next to me while I knit her some sweet clothes.</span><br />
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<span class="postbody">In all of my long-winded babbling my point is respect yourself, respect this time. Hold onto it, it will pass quickly and there are precious moments here. Moments of healing, moments of growing, moments of developing, moments of transition, moments of deepening and moments of memory. </span><span class="postbody">The first six weeks or so pass in a blur as it is, slow down so you don't miss them entirely. </span><span class="postbody">If you are too busy for those moments you will feel like you missed something and your body will not be in a place to help support the pace of life having a new baby now puts you. There is no doubt you can do it but how you begin can make a huge difference in how you continue. Rest for now, busy will always find you again later and your new normal will engulf you soon enough. </span>Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10044848132874174201noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112549216756344228.post-87536818329063937032010-12-17T10:16:00.000-06:002010-12-17T10:16:13.713-06:00This Moment- The final Nutcracker 2010<i>{this moment} - A Friday ritual from <a href="http://www.soulemama.com/soulemama/">Soule Mama</a>, one of my favorite bloggers. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember. If you're inspired to do the same, leave a link to your 'moment' in the comments for all to find and see. </i><br />
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Occasionally I'll hear that someone's husband or boyfriend didn't want them to breastfeed. The reasons vary but one thing I know for sure is how hard it is to breastfeed without support. That's not all though, I know there are some pretty darn good reasons a guy would want his girl to give lactating a try. So guys, I don't want to leave you out and neither does anyone else.<br />
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The real question is why wouldn't you want your partner to breastfeed your children?<br />
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I'm not a man. For me to write about this perspective is complete conjecture. Except somehow I manage to talk about breastfeeding with everyone, even my single male friends find themselves inexplicably discussing breastfeeding, the benefits of breastfeeding, the over-sexualization and objectification of breasts and women and what is normal and weird. It truly is amazing how often it comes up not to mention all the conversations I've had with The Piano Man on the subject. I've heard a lot from single men, dating men, married men, married and expecting, married with kids, and married with grown kids. After the post <a href="http://leakyboob.blogspot.com/2010/09/though-it-is-biologically-normal-way-to.html">8 Unexpected Benefits of Breastfeeding</a> one of my single guy friends was completely fascinated about points 4 and 7 in particular. I don't know everything but I know a thing or two about several "selfish" reasons a guy would want the mother of their children to breastfeed. <br />
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<b>You are an important part of the equation</b><br />
True, she may be the one with the goods but I promise you do matter. Getting the baby ready to eat, setting her up in a comfortable spot with a glass of water, putting on her favorite music or starting a movie, rubbing her feet or shoulders while she's nursing, helping with some house hold chore, making her a snack or even better a meal and in general keeping her company or gazing adoringly at her and your child will have her falling deeper in love with you by the second. You'll be a hero. And this is good, you'll like the outcome when she is deeper in love with you, trust me. <br />
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More money for your toys! </b><br />
Formula is expensive, I mean really, REALLY expensive. Obviously, breastfeeding is cheaper than buying formula unless you qualify for free formula through WIC but the cost of formula aside, statistically speaking studies show that breastfed babies tend to go to the doctor less. On top of all those money saving advantageous there's even the amazing healing properties of breastmilk itself. Cuts, scrapes, rashes, eye infections and other ailments respond well to the application of breastmilk. This means less money spent on co-pays and prescriptions or time missing work and more for that big screen TV and a pair of diamond earrings for her.<br />
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No weight lifting- lighter diaper bag!</b><br />
Formula lightens your wallet and weighs down the diaper bag. You won't feel like you're weight lifting every time you pick up the diaper bag if she's breastfeeding. If the diaper bag is heavy see if she's sneaking bricks in there or something because all you usually need in the diaper bag of a breastfed baby is a couple of diapers, wipes, small blanket, change of clothes and maybe a toy. No bottles to mix, no formula to lug around.<br />
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<b>Late night store runs are limited to chocolate, beer and diapers</b><br />
It's incredibly rare for a woman to run out of breastmilk, like seriously, almost never. If it does happen it means something is wrong. The entire system is demand and supply: baby demands, boobs supply. This means no panicky runs to the store late at night because someone forgot to pick up a new can of formula and starving your baby is not an option. Nope, if you're running to the store late at night it's for something else. Like chocolate. Or beer. Or diapers... unless you're cloth diapering but I'll save that for later.<br />
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<b>It's like a comedy routine</b><br />
There are some pretty funny moments that come with breastfeeding. Unexpected letdown, <a href="http://leakyboob.blogspot.com/2010/08/perspectives-not-from-personal.html">shirts with holes for nipples</a>, strange bras, pumping experiences, spraying across the room and so much more. You're bound to find yourself laughing at some bizarre experience. Just be sure you're laughing with her, not at her or you might not get to enjoy some of those <i>other</i> benefits, you'll soon see what I mean.<br />
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<b>Confidence is SEXY</b><br />
Your girl is hot and sexy, right? You tell her this and she glows but argues with you saying she's not and that is <i>so not</i> sexy. Unfortunately media, the fashion industry, and a variety of other culprits have chipped away at women's confidence regarding their bodies. Even though we know the standards of beauty and sexy are based on fake women, we our own worst critics finding every flaw, real and imagined and are continually disappointed in our bodies. Oddly enough, many women find that childbirth and breastfeeding actually <a href="http://www.blogger.com/">boost their confidence</a>. To see what their bodies can do changes their perspective and gradually their imperfections become just a part of the package that grew and now nourishes their baby. Your baby. Giving them more confidence than ever before. Confidence is sexy, even sexier than she would be in any item from Victoria Secret. And if she doesn't become more confident in her body through motherhood, let her know that you are confident in her body anyway.<br />
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<b>Hell-O Boobies!</b><br />
While I'm sure you love your partner's breast just the way they are, most women experience a bit of a size increase with pregnancy and when their milk comes in. It can be like<a href="http://www.blogger.com/"> Miracle Grow for Boobs</a>. Larger boobs, who can complain about that? They also get a little more firm in their lactating state. Plus, you'll get to see them pretty much all the time since she's going to be breastfeeding every 2-3 hours, specially in the early days. And if she is in the mood, they can be a lot of fun to play with, like a whole new experience kind of fun. It's true that they may be a little different after breastfeeding, though you can't blame any sagging on breastfeeding, that's from pregnancy and genetics; but they are still boobs and hey, it keeps things interesting.<br />
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With all that growth and the new activity she's going to need some lotion and maybe lanolin, surely you wouldn't mind helping her rub some lotion all over those magic breasts, right? And some women end up with serious engorgement and sometimes babies have trouble relieving it, rumor has it the milk tastes pretty good, like the milk left over after a bowl of cereal. I'm willing to bet you could quickly figure out a good latch to help her find some relief and who knows, you might even enjoy "having" to help her out.<br />
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<b>OOOOOOOOOOOOO!</b><br />
I shared before in the <a href="http://leakyboob.blogspot.com/2010/09/though-it-is-biologically-normal-way-to.html">8 Unexpected Benefits of Breastfeeding</a> that some women have their milk let down, leaking and spraying all over the place when they orgasm. While <a href="http://leakyboob.blogspot.com/2010/04/little-let-down.html">I'm not always a fan of it myself,</a> usually it's not a problem at all. Actually it's like a standing ovation, a very wet standing ovation. Just in case you weren't sure before, consider your milk shower a neon flashing sign and an announcement that you were awesome. You can towel off knowing you rocked her world. Don't let it rain on your parade, that's for sure, just turn it into part of the fun.<br />
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If you've tried licking chocolate or whipped cream of your partner, why not expand to breastmilk? And I've heard breastmilk makes a fantastic lubricant which is good because it's not unusual for a woman to need a little help in that area after having a baby and during breastfeeding.<br />
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Hold the PMS please</b><br />
Breastfeeding, specifically exclusive breastfeeding (nothing but breastmilk) helps keep a woman's fertility from returning. Some women do have it return sooner but many women experience a delay in their cycle for at least 6 months, more often closer to a year and sometimes more. This is Mother Nature's way of providing a spacing between pregnancy that is easier on a woman's body. Of course, there are other benefits here you can enjoy, no PMS, no "off" times of the month, and saving money on feminine hygiene products to name a few. You could get an extended break from finding tampons on the shopping list saving you from the awkward aisle at the grocery store.<br />
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<b>Won't Need A Gas Mask for Diaper Changes!</b><br />
It may seem hard to believe but there really are levels of poop and <a href="http://leakyboob.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-just-adore.html">I love breastmilk poop</a>. Having done both breasfeeding and formula feeding myself plus changed countless diapers as a babysitter and of friends' babies I can say with confidence that while poop is poop breastmilk poop isn't nearly as shitty as formula poop. It's all about the proteins, there is more in breastmilk a baby's body can use so less waste in their excrement. Same thing with gas too, breastfed babies usually (there is always the exception to the rule) have less gas than formula fed babies and what they have usually isn't quite as rank.<br />
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<b>Sweet Baby Breath</b><br />
Like poop it turns out there actually is a difference in types of spit up. Pretty much all babies are going to spit up at some point, some a lot, some a little. The good news is that breastmilk is easier to digest than formula which is great even for those babies with reflux issues. Just like breastmilk smells more pleasant than formula, so does breastmilk spit up. As an added bonus, the proteins in breastmilk spit up break down easier making for fewer stains. Not that you're going to like it or anything, I'm just saying it could be worse.<b> </b>And breastfed babies have super sweet breath<b>, </b>you'll be sniffing your baby's mouth it smells so good.<b><br />
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<b>Healthy baby</b><br />
Statistically breastfed babies get sick less often thanks to the customized specific immune boosters breastmilk produces. There is always someone that will point out their formula fed baby was never sick but their friend's breastfed baby was always sick but generally speaking, the statistics point to a lower risk of illness in breastfed babies compared to formula fed babies. And healthy babies are happy babies! Sick babies cry... a lot.<br />
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<b>More Zzzzzzz's for you</b><br />
Yep, you'll probably get more sleep if she's breastfeeding than if you choose formula. Even if you help get her set up to feed when the baby wakes, you get to go back to sleep. And if you choose to co-sleep you may not even notice when she feeds the baby, dreaming blissfully and sleeping like… well, like a man whose partner is breastfeeding<b>. </b>By the way, I wouldn't point this one out to your partner or you may find yourself keeping her company when she's having trouble sleeping and staying up feeding the baby.<b><br />
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<b>You won't be a Schmuck</b><br />
That's right, I said it. If none of these things ever happen for you and your partner in the breastfeeding journey she's still going to need your support. Supporting your partner in breastfeeding means you won't be "that guy." The guy that put his wants, desires and supposed needs above those of his baby. The guy that acts like he owns the mother of his children and her body. The guy that can't handle being a grown-up, is afraid of making personal sacrifices to be sure his offspring are well cared for. No, guys that support their wives or girlfriends breastfeeding are instantly hot, seen as more sensitive and she is glad to have him. Guys that support their partner breastfeeding are the kind of men that are mature enough to understand the complex nature of family life and they and their families will likely thrive together as a result.<br />
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With all this you may find yourself turning into a lactivist. It's ok, breastfeeding women think guy lactivists are sexy. Not sure what a lactivist is? <a href="http://leakyboob.blogspot.com/2010/08/oh-my-gosh-im-lactivist.html">Check out our list</a> and see how you compare. And I hope you have just as much fun discovering many more reasons why you would want your wife or girlfriend to breastfeed. To read what my guy has to say on the topic, check out his post <a href="http://leakyboob.blogspot.com/2010/08/mammariesi-mean-memories.html">"Mammaries... I Mean Memories..."</a>Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10044848132874174201noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112549216756344228.post-7690576511615727112010-12-09T21:37:00.000-06:002010-12-09T21:37:45.944-06:00Making milk and making sweaters- PumpEase ReviewThis is a product review of <a href="http://www.pumpease.com/buy/pumpease-organic">PumpEase Organic Hands-free Pumping Support</a> but really it's more like a tale of extreme multitasking. Extreme for me anyway. I'm sure quite a few could burst my bubble but this was down right dangerous as far as I'm concerned.<br />
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My life, like most moms I know, is full and busy. Full-time mommying in and of itself is never ending and time consuming and then I have a tendency to heap other things on top of that such as working, homeschooling, writing, performing, being a doula and teaching music along with all the other daily things that go with life in general such as laundry, dishes, cooking, and cleaning. (Who am I kidding? I don't really clean.) Sometimes it seems like there aren't enough hours in the day. Yeah, I feel like that pretty much every day.<br />
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And still, I try to fit my hobbies in, In fact, I need to fit my hobbies in for my emotional health and sanity. To keep me balanced to some extent I knit, sew, paint, and read. And buy yarn. Buying yarn is it's own hobby, trust me. I'm well on my way to becoming a fiber enthusiast. I'm already a yarn whore. Just ask The Piano Man. Yarn lusting, I mean shopping, is usually something I do while multitasking and with the computer it just so happens that it works perfectly do look at some knitter's porn while I'm breastfeeding or NAKing (Nursing At Keyboard). I have been breastfeeding and pumping for my at least one of my 5 babies for the last 12 years off and on- mostly on. Though I'm a pro at multitasking while breastfeeding I find multitasking while pumping much, much more difficult. A baby doesn't usually spill milk from the boob but it's all to easy to lose some of that precious liquid if I'm trying to balance the pumping bottles and horns while doing something else. And I've done it.<br />
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Anyone that says not to cry over spilled milk has never lost 3 ounces of hard earned pumped breastmilk.<br />
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Since I really can't pull off much else while pumping I find myself closing my eyes and end up incredibly tired by the end of the pumping session. Sometimes I risk it and try to be on the computer at the same time but it's incredibly stressful. I've heard of the rubber band trick but it really didn't work for me (I was nervous) and needed something more secure for me to be comfortable.<br />
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Then <a href="http://www.pumpease.com/">Wendy from PumpEase</a> sent me one of her <a href="http://www.pumpease.com/buy/pumpease-organic">PumpEase Organic</a>s to try. It came during a crazy week and so it sat unopened for 6 days. For six days I didn't touch it. This was stupid. I was super busy, still pumping and I didn't have time to open the one thing that would have made it easier? Don't ask me what I was thinking, I really do not know. That first night I pulled it out, tried it on and sat down to give a whirl. My first thought? WHERE HAS THIS THING BEEN FOR THE LAST 12 YEARS? My next thought? I'm going to get so much more done!<br />
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To test out the multitasking opportunities I got out my computer. Yeah, that worked and it was easy. The only thing I had to be careful of was to not forget I was pumping and pull the computer too close and hit the bottles. PumpEase Organic and the computer? Check.<br />
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Next I went for still sitting and relaxing so I pulled out my knitting. I have on occasion managed to knit something simple with a baby at the breast but it's risky as baby may grab the project and rip stitches out (ACK!) and my hands get tired and sore. But I've never really managed pumping and knitting. The PumpEase changed the entire game though, it was brilliant! I sat and pumped and knit. It was so wonderful, I was so excited, I was making milk and making a sweater at the same time. PumpEase Organic and knitting? Check.<br />
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Since I had a guest post submission to read I grabbed a pillow, set my laptop up on the pillow on my lap and started reading while knitting while pumping. It totally worked. I finished reading the entire submission, made significant progress on the sweater and pumped 2 more ounces at the same time. PumpEase Organic and the computer and knitting? Check.<br />
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It would have been more but Smunchie woke up and wanted to nurse. So I decided to keep pumping one side, put Smunchie on the other side in the football hold with a pillow supporting her head, headed to my favorite yarn porn site, picked up my knitting and hammered out a few more rows. PumpEase Organic and the computer and knitting and nursing? Check.<br />
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Then my mom called.<br />
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PumpEase Organic.<br />
Phone.<br />
Computer/yarn porn.<br />
Baby.<br />
Knitting.<br />
Pumping.<br />
5 ounces.<br />
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Check.<br />
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It was awesome. I was the multitasking queen.<br />
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Over the next 2 weeks I tried different activities while pumping and found that the PumpEase made me feel secure enough to do quite a few chores and work projects while pumping my milk. Folding laundry, eating, writing, reading with kids, homeschooling, reading, sewing (I had to be careful not to hit the bottles on the table), practicing music, playing piano (the sound of the pump threw me off a few times, I kept wanting to play in rhythm with the pump), more knitting and yes, yarn shopping. <br />
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<b>The Good, The Bad and The Ugly because I swear to tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth.</b><br />
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<b>What I liked:</b><br />
The hook and eye closures made me feel secure and comfortable that it would stay and hold well. The fit was snug and I could have gotten away with a medium but there was plenty of stretch and it didn't feel too tight just snug which really made me feel even more secure. The fabric was very soft and I liked that it could be secure without being uncomfortable. The limitations I faced with it had nothing to do with the hands-free support and everything to do with my pump namely the plug and that I couldn't bend over without messing the pump up. This may sound silly but I also loved that it was packaged up pretty. It was like I got a present, a nice box, pink tissue paper, pamphlets, a fridge magnet with milk storage information and a door hanger to warn possible intruders that I was up to mommy business. The door hanger does not work on kids, FYI, apparently they don't care if they see you pumping.<br />
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I would have loved this with every one of my babies. Having worked as a nanny, music performer, theater performer, music teacher, worship pastor, doula, midwife assistant and gallery curator I could have put this too good use many times over.<br />
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<b>What I didn't like:</b><br />
I promise to share the good, the bad and the ugly in all of my reviews so my readers can trust me and my writing. So, um, the bad and the ugly... well, the PumpEase Organic is boring. You won't be making a fashion statement in it, that's for sure. But this didn't bother me I much prefer organic over jazzy underwear anyway. My exciting underwear is just plain teal and I have 3 bras, all solid colors: white, black, and tan. So if organic would matter to you more than having a print or color then the choice should be obvious. The openings to place the pump horns was a little awkward for me to manage first but that just took a little practice. That's all I got for bad and ugly.<br />
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I loved this product and wish I could go back in time and take this with me for all my pumping days over the last 12 years. Pumping moms, whether you work out of your home, work at home or are a stay at home mom a PumpEase Hands-free pumping support will great asset to you. I'm thrilled with mine and look forward to putting it to good use for a while yet.<br />
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Sorry my pics are so terrible, even the PumpEase couldn't save me from terrible night time indoor lighting and the hazards of one handed self portraits.Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10044848132874174201noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112549216756344228.post-78741789794406542212010-12-03T10:06:00.001-06:002010-12-03T10:07:01.381-06:00This Moment- Knitting and Babies<i>{this moment} - A Friday ritual from <a href="http://www.soulemama.com/soulemama/">Soule Mama</a>, one of my favorite bloggers. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember. If you're inspired to do the same, leave a link to your 'moment' in the comments for all to find and see. </i><br />
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</i>Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10044848132874174201noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112549216756344228.post-57319992590312507672010-11-30T18:02:00.001-06:002010-11-30T18:03:41.772-06:00How Breastfeeding Saved My Life<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">I'm excited to bring you another guest post, submitted by Star a WIC breastfeeding peer supporter and gentle breastfeeding advocate. Star shares her story of the unexpected impact breastfeeding had on her own health and indeed her life. I am honored to be bringing you this guest post and appreciate Star sharing her story.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><a href="http://carstarrod.blogspot.com/2010/08/perspectives-when-natural-easy.html">I’ve addressed before how I’m sort of the reluctant lactivist</a> who originally thought she wouldn’t breastfeed. I talked a lot about how and why I changed my mind, and the struggles I faced to nurse my first.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
But there was one crazily unexpected benefit that I didn’t discuss.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
Rewind a few years to when I was 25, and pregnant with my first daughter. I had a very high risk pregnancy. Part of this was because I was classified morbidly obese.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
If you just met me today, you probably wouldn’t think such a thing. In fact, at 6 months postpartum with baby 2, and still carrying around an extra 10-15 pounds, I’m still within a very healthy weight range for my body frame/height. In fact, people have been known to call me slim. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
But this was me then:</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
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I was, at the end of my pregnancy with baby #1, slightly over 300 pounds. Granted, I’m tallish for a woman – but not tallish enough that that much extra weight was even close to ok. I’m also asthmatic, severely – so carrying that weight was a huge burden on my health in many ways. I didn’t worry about it until I got pregnant. And then one day, while looking at my chart, I saw the words “morbidly obese” notated there.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
Those are NOT fun words to see on a chart describing yourself. Like, at all. Especially when you think of yourself as more like “attractively plump” or “large, but well-proportioned.” But those two words are pretty effective at drying up denial quickly.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
So I had my daughter – by c-section – something that I’ve always wondered if my weight had an impact on. And then I thought about how I didn’t want to be the fat mom who couldn’t run around with her kids, or was the butt of their friend’s jokes, or anything like that. And I certainly didn’t want to die young – which was a very real possibility with some family history and my obesity. But I had literally no clue how to change things. And I was having those aforementioned issues with breastfeeding and my daughter, which, quite frankly, made life too stressful to even attempt a lifestyle change. So I put it off.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
Then something pretty awesome started to happen.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
Little by little, my jeans were looser. My face was thinner. I could button jeans that I’d only dreamed of buttoning in the past. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
“Well,” I thought, “I probably just lost a little more after the pregnancy. No big deal. It won’t continue.”</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
But it did. And I bought new clothes and weaned off one of my asthma meds. And I hadn’t done anything differently. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
It was 60 pounds later when I stopped just losing weight by existing. Let me repeat that – SIXTY pounds. Sixty. Six Oh.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
At a routine checkup, my doctor said, "So, what are you doing differently?"</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">"Nothing," I told her. "I think I have a tapeworm or something. Can you check for tapeworms?" </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
She laughed at me and flipped through my chart. “You’re breastfeeding?”</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
“Yeah. Is that ok? Because, seriously, I’m not completely joking about the tapeworm thing. Can tapeworms go through breastmilk?”</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
She shook her head at me. “Your weight loss is likely caused by breastfeeding. I highly doubt that you have a tapeworm or anything else wrong with you. I can run a blood count if you’re really concerned that you have something wrong with you, but I see this a lot with breastfeeding women. The weight just kind of melts off. That doesn’t mean that you shouldn’t make changes to become healthier overall. But this is a good start.”</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
I took that to heart. And, yes, I did eventually have to work out and eat better foods and all that jazz to get to a good place, weight wise. But breastfeeding kick started it. And that kick start gave me the confidence to continue it.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I'm sure some of you will scoff at the notion that breastfeeding saved my life. However, I don't think any doctor would argue that being morbidly obese sets you up for a whole slew of life-threatening ailments. And when you add in all the *<a href="http://www.bestforbabes.org/category/risks-of-not-breastfeeding/">other</a>* health <a href="http://www.llli.org/FAQ/advantages.html">benefits of breastfeeding</a> too, well, it no longer seems like a stretch. Not to mention the 60 pounds it helped me to lose, it’s really probably not that far off from the truth. Breastfeeding saved my life.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>A Note from Jessica</i></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><br />
I love Star's story, it is beautiful, inspiring and full of hope and I am so honored to share it here. Breastfeeding educators have long shared how breastfeeding can help a woman lose weight and recently the New York WIC caused a stir with <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qjoWWUYDKQM">their breastfeeding campaign that focused on weight loss as one benefit</a> of breastfeeding. This isn't a reason to breastfeed in and of itself but it is a potential positive benefit from breastfeeding and a dang good one at that. At the same time it is important to note that not every woman will lose weight while breastfeeding and some, like myself, may even hold on to some extra padding until they wean. Even if that is the case, breastfeeding still has so many other wonderful effects on mom and baby that it is worth continuing. Be encouraged that either way you breastfeeding is wonderful for both you and your nursling! To your health!</i></div>Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10044848132874174201noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112549216756344228.post-74242296230156011842010-11-28T21:07:00.000-06:002010-11-28T21:07:49.346-06:00A Mark of My OwnI have a bunch of reviews to do and I'm excited to start with one from a Leaky I've known for years. I knew Lizabeth before she ever leaked a drop. Now though, she's a veteran breastfeeding mom running her business, <a href="http://www.blogger.com/">A Mark of My Own</a>, and caring for her 3 year old daughter. She also makes awesome apple pineapple cider and is a good friend.<br />
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This past week, in the middle of preparing for Thanksgiving (she had 3 turkeys in a cooler and baking to do!), Lizabeth had our family over to glaze some of her beautiful unfinished ornaments and to drink some of that delicious cider of hers. She had a dazzling selection of bisque laid out for us and we all selected our favorites. Amazingly, even with all the hubbub and little ones afoot, not a single ornament was broken and no paint ended up on the carpet or walls. While I consider avoiding disaster a success in an of itself, the beauty of the ornaments we get to bring home is even better. We painted well over a dozen of her designs and are excited to have some beautiful handmade ornaments not only for our own tree but to give as well.<br />
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Through A Mark of My Own Lizabeth creates handmade works of art that are beautiful left plain just as they are or as a canvas for customers to unleash their own creative flare. As gifts, gift tags on packages, family memory keepsakes or to create the perfect designer touch for your tree, A Mark of My Own helps you bring a unique artistic touch to your holidays. Lizabeth fired the ornaments we glazed in her kiln but customers that order through her can either glaze and fire their own (pottery studios will make kilns available for a small fee usually) or use other art supplies that don't require firing in a kiln.<br />
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The bisque ornaments- I want a basket of these sitting on my table as decoration:<br />
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The artists at work:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Of course I breastfed while painting, Smunchie got hungry!</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>I swear, this was totally unintentional, I didn't even realize it until Lizabeth pointed out that it looked like a b@@b.</i></td></tr>
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In case you're not sure, here is a little information about what these ornaments are.<br />
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<i>Q: What is "bisque" or "bisqueware"?<br />
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A: Let's first start with "greenware". It is simply air-dried clay, an unfired clay form that can be destroyed by water. </i> <i><br />
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Once the greenware has been fired it is called "bisqueware," fired ware that resists MOST water, but is beyond the point of being able to be destroyed by normal means. At this point it may be decorated with paint, such as acrylics, colored with a permanent marker, decoupaged, etc. </i> <i><br />
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Bisqueware is also the point where most potters will apply glaze. "Glaze ware" (or finished ware) are ceramic forms that have been bisque fired and then glazed (creates a shiny surface as well as adds protection to the piece). The forms are fired one last time after a glaze is applied, this causes the glaze to adhere and usually pushes the piece to full vitrification (accepts NO water). </i><br />
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Lizabeth is a delightful WAHM to work with, be sure to check out her shop and let her know I sent you. <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/amarkofmyown">Tomorrow she is having a sale for CyberMonday</a> that you won't want to miss. I'm already planning my next ornament, I'm thinking beeswax block crayons or oil pastels with marker... The possibilities are endless!<br />
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Goodnight Moon Nursing & Storytelling Necklace<br />
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<i>"Goodnight room, goodnight moon..."</i><br />
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This is a very special nursing necklace, made from a 30mm (just over an inch) Millefiori glassworked donut in a calming midnight blue, with a sky full of stars and a little yellow moon. It's perfect for early evenings and can also be used as a storytelling necklace for mama to wear as a signal to your child that it's time to settle down, to listen to stories before bed, or for afternoon quiet times. It makes a wonderful addition to your nightly bedtime routine for older children, too.<br />
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It's adjustable in length, has strong woven cotton cord and is dressed up with a lead-free Tierracast pewter bead. The necklace comes in a heavy cotton gift bag stamped with the International Breastfeeding symbol and a little card telling you about the necklace.<br />
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<ul><li> To be entered simple comment on this post and include your email address. Not required but would be lovely to see, share your favorite book to read with your little ones before bed time.</li>
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<ul><li>For a second entry into this give-away go to the <a href="http://www.blogger.com/">Wild Mother Arts etsy shop</a> and find your favorite product in her store, come back here and let us know what your favorite item in her shop is.</li>
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<ul><li> You qualify for a third entry when you check out the <a href="http://www.facebook.com/wildmotherarts">Wild Mother Arts Facebook page</a> and like her so you can hear about sales and new products easily by following her store.</li>
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<ul><li>For one more additional entry, share this give away on a social networking site such as Facebook, Twitter (and be sure to tag Wild Mother Arts as in your post or tweet- she's @birthgoddess on twitter) or a parenting board (Not TLB forums) and let us know how you shared it in another comment.</li>
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That's it! This giveaway is Runs from Tuesday, November 23th through Friday, November 26st.<br />
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For those that just can't wait or are eying one of the other marvelous products on the Wild Mother Arts site, Jacquelyn has given us an awesome and generous coupon code for 10% off just for Leakies good through November 30th: LEAKYBOOB2010. Happy shopping!<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">This Give-Away Is Now Closed!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Thanks to Wild Mother Arts and everyone that entered.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The winner is Rachael! Wild Mother Arts will need your shipping address, I will email you.<br />
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</div>Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10044848132874174201noreply@blogger.com103tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112549216756344228.post-74111311874561047132010-11-22T08:04:00.002-06:002010-11-22T10:20:54.159-06:00It Takes A Little Support- Welcome New Sponsors!I'm so please to have found a way that helps me be able to continue blogging and running The Leaky B@@b Facebook page by having sponsors on the blog. There are a few new recent additions to the sponsor team and I'd like to introduce them to you.<br />
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<a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/wildmotherarts">Wild Mother Arts</a> - In the top far right corner is a beautiful ad for Wild Mother Arts one of our newest sponsors. Jacquelyn creates beautiful jewelry for mothers. For the last week I have enjoyed a new necklace <a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/48955716/nourish-nursing-necklace-50mm-picasso">similar to this one</a> from her shop, a lovely stone on a secure adjustable cotton cord. Smunchie has enjoyed playing with the stone while at the breast though the necklace gets even more love during diaper changes, creating a distraction that keeps her from wiggling away from me, I love it! Earth Baby has <a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/44175709/moonwise-woman-necklace">this necklace</a> waiting for her first cycle, her menarche, and I know she's going to love it. Personally, I've had my eye on <a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/60817286/celtic-snowdrop-earrings-holiday">these beautiful celtic knot earrings</a>, I think they would look lovely in my stocking come Christmas morning. Jacquelyn, thank you for your support!<br />
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<a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/kdeason71">KD's Doll Shop</a> - In our family we avoid plastic materials as much as possible, particularly for our children's play things. You just can't beat natural fibers that provide a wide range of sensations for exploring hands. Even more so when that toy is a doll destined to become a good friend. This is why I'm so excited about this sponsor, beautiful hand made dolls inspired by the Waldorf philosophy of playthings from natural materials and simple features to leave more room for imagination. <a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/59834884/all-natural-little-red-riding-hood">The Little Red Riding Hood doll</a> is begging to come live with our family as is <a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/54112984/waldorf-inspired-doll-12-inch">this adorable girl</a> with cute pigtails and a cookie shirt.<br />
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<a href="http://www.lullabykisses.com/">Lullabye Kisses</a> - Leaky mommy Amanda owns and operates this company bringing hand picked natural parenting products to mommies and daddies everywhere. She welcome suggestions of products she should carry so if you don't see something you'd like, let her know so they can look into adding it to their shop. Safety products and information on car seat safety are available on their site, check out these <a href="http://lullabykisses.com/item_99/Quick-Stick-Write-On-Safety-Tats.htm">SafetyTats</a> you and your child will love. The gift registry is perfect for expecting Leakies looking for a way to let friends and family know about the natural products you'd love to welcome your newest bundle. <br />
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<a href="http://hyenacart.com/HealingPixie/">Healing Pixie</a> - I have been a fan of Healing Pixie teas for quite some time so I was thrilled when Lisa was interested in becoming a TLB sponsor. She has a shop on Hyena Cart as well as <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/HealingPixie">Etsy</a>. Teas, coffees, and spice blends, her shop is chuck full of delights to tantalize your tongue. My absolute most favorite tea is her <a href="http://hyenacart.com/HealingPixie/mt/462/33124/Harvest-Moon-Chai-6-oz-tin">Harvest Moon Chai</a>, a warm mix of flavors that say "autumn" to me. Not that I only drink it in the fall, I like it far too much for it to be seasonal! I have 3 other teas from her sitting on my shelves plus a sample of her <a href="http://hyenacart.com/HealingPixie/mt/462/94936/Supply-Demand-6oz-tin">Supply and Demand tea</a>, a breastmilk boosting combination that I actually like!<br />
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A heartfelt thank you to all the new sponsors that have joined The Leaky B@@b support. These sponsorships help make it possible for me to continue to give my time to encouraging breastfeeding moms and the people support them. Please show your support of TLB by clicking on their links and ad banners and consider giving them your business. Each and every sponsor currently on my blog is also an actively participating Leaky, I love that we have the chance to support one another. If you have a business and would like information about becoming a TLB sponsor check out <a href="http://leakyboob.blogspot.com/p/advertise.html">this information</a> and email me if your are interested in joining the team.Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10044848132874174201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112549216756344228.post-19719119055009486472010-11-19T08:35:00.000-06:002010-11-19T08:35:08.592-06:00This Moment- Avocado and Pumpkin Smiles<i>{this moment} - A Friday ritual from <a href="http://www.soulemama.com/soulemama/">Soule Mama</a>, one of my favorite bloggers. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember. If you're inspired to do the same, leave a link to your 'moment' in the comments for all to find and see. </i><br />
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B@@bies. Jugs. Fun Bags. Hooters. Tits. Ta-tas. Knockers. Rack. Bazongas. I've got a lot of names, a lot of incarnations, and a whole lot of varieties. Breasts, no matter what you call me, pretty much every woman has me front and at least sort of center on her chest. Perky, droopy, apples, melons, socks with rocks, long, full, short, floppy and everything in between, I've been bouncing along for as long as humans have traipsed around this planet. Which is a long time. But every woman has to figure out what to do with me at one point or another and it isn't always easy. It has been vogue at various times of history to leave me free and unfettered under clothing, to push me up and out, to bind me tight and flat, to pierce me, paint me, hide me and flaunt me. In some cultures I'm always out and open, others I'm so revered I'm covered yet a peek is desperately sought so much so there are men that will even pay money for it. <br />
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Before they have their own pair, every little girl at least notices that the adult version of herself has some sort of extra padding on her chest, something her male counterparts do not have. These chest pillows are fascinating and in today's western cultures a bit of an obsession. As little girls grow they start experimenting with what they'd look like with soft round growths on their chest. I am the mark of woman. Not alone in that responsibility, I share the distinction of being uniquely feminine with the female pelvis and vagina. With the exception of man-boobs. But for everyone's comfort, we'll pretend those don't exist, anywhere. Ever. Before I begin to develop on immature females, they play that I am there just because it is synonymous with playing a grown-up.<br />
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Then they sprout their own pair, slowly or quickly breasts eventually appear. Confusing feelings mingle with my advent on a changing girl's chest. Pride and excitement about becoming a woman collide with embarrassment and a desire to stay a care-free child. Eventually she learns that in western cultures breasts equal a certain kind of power, one she may not be comfortable wielding or one that is wielded against her. Her breasts may feel like a burden regardless of their size or like a defining part of her personhood that she can use to her advantage.<br />
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As for me, I was just an average pair of smallish boobs, situated on a small framed woman that often wished I was bigger. To make matters worse, one of my nipples was a split nipple, malformed and strange looking. Her dissatisfaction with my size and shape led to uncomfortable bras to pad me out and push me up and I endured criticism every time she looked at me in a mirror. No matter what I did, what I wore or how I participated in lovemaking, fashion and life she was unhappy with me. She never knew what to do with me and I never knew what to do with myself. I was inadequate.<br />
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Until one day. There had been change, I had grown recently but she still wasn't satisfied, now I managed to be too big or too... something. No matter what I wasn't good enough. My bigger size included painful growing and she was distracted by other physical changes that were apparently far more important than me, the neglected, the unloved ones. That is until that day. The uterus and vagina, in one of their greatest moments of achievement produced a baby. As the placenta left the uterus I got a signal, one that changed me forever: feed baby now. I had already been producing a golden yellow liquid for which I saw no purpose and caused her even further disgust in me but when that baby came out and was placed on the belly, I knew. Arms drew this small person close and the baby's mouth immediately began searching for something: me.<br />
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In no time it became clear that I was this baby's favorite thing in the world. Every chance she got she latched on to me. She loved me. She didn't care if I was perky or sagging, smooth skinned or flecked with red stretch marks, if I had large or tiny nipples, or even that one nipple wasn't quite right. She had a special sign for me, and that was the first sign she ever used. It took us some time, the 2 or really 3 of us, but it was really just getting used to each other and figuring out how this works. There were some rough moments, a few tears and frustrated words but we got it, we worked it out. We had to. Because this was what we were made for.<br />
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Now I have a position of respect and I am celebrated. Five babies now have been nourished by me, have searched for me in their sleep, patted me as they suckled and asked for me by their special name. I have comforted a small one hundreds of times over when nothing else would do. Through me has flowed the healing power of sweet milk custom made for the baby whose mouth opened expectantly. Small cheeks have rested on me in slumber after I have satiated their hunger and their need to be warm and close. When I am seen in the mirror I am viewed sometimes critically but always with appreciation and I am treated tenderly. My purpose is clear, everything else I do is nice and I enjoy a full and active life but nothing has fulfilled me as much as feeding a baby. <br />
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Some day this job will be done and I will no longer feed babies. I am ok with this; for when one finds and understands their purpose and the time in which it is served, one can accept when that time is over, satisfied in having discovered and served a purpose at all. Knowing that I was more than an inadequate pair of fun bags and meant the world to 5 little girls is enough for me.<br />
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Not every pair of breasts will find their purpose the same way I did but I hope more and more do. It doesn't matter what you call me, what I'm dressed in, what society says I'm supposed to look like or what my role is, I'm happy. I have been appreciated, loved and enjoyed for who I really am.<br />
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Dear Mommies and Daddies,<br />
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Some time ago I saw a promotion for a breastmilk substitute that will help your baby sleep through the night. Sounds like magic, right? According to the <a href="https://www.enfamil.com/app/iwp/consumer/productCategory.do?product=/InfantFormulas/Enfamil_RestFull">formula maker's website</a> (I kind of hate to link to it) this product is "Designed to gently thicken in baby's tummy and digests slowly for a natural way to help keep baby feeling satisfied." Doesn't that sound so perfect? If their dinner gently thickens in their tummy as they are sleeping, they won't feel hungry and won't wake up to eat and you, mom and dad, might actually get to sleep through the night! Hallelujah! Parents everywhere rejoice, you don't have to be sleep deprived!<br />
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Wait a second; gently thickens in their tummy? What does that even <i>mean</i>?<br />
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It means that there is a thickening agent in this product that actually bulks up the longer it is in your little one's tummy causing an artificial feeling of fullness, blocking the trigger between the tummy and the brain that says "WAKE UP! We need more nutrients, more energy, more food so start crying and get those big people to fill us up again!" While normal infant nutrition (AKA breastmilk) breaks down quickly making it easy for the body to absorb all it's nutrients and make quick use of the fuel needed to, well, grow, this product will keep junior feeling full hopefully for the entire night. So with this stuff sitting in their tummies getting thicker they won't get the signal that they need more nutrients and fuel for growing, instead, maybe they will actually let mommy and daddy get some decent shut-eye. Instead of waking their parents to feed them they'll sleep right through the times when they need to eat! YAY!<br />
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How the heck can that be <i>good</i>? <br />
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If your baby is waking often at night to feed it is because he/she needs to, needs the comfort, needs the nutrition, needs you and needs to wake up. I know it is hard but you can do this without filling your baby's tummy with nutritionally empty fillers so you can get more sleep. Babies that sleep through the night have an increased risk for SIDS. A baby that wakes often avoids staying long in the deepest part of their sleep cycle where they are mostly likely to stop breathing. The baby that wakes often is the one most likely to wake up at all. Read more about that from Dr. William Sears in <i>New Beginnings</i>, Vol. 16 No. 3, May-June 1999, pp. 68-70. <i>Please note that I'm not saying it is a guarantee, just an increase in risk for babies that sleep through the night. </i><br />
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I get wanting a good night's sleep, I really do. When you're just so tired that you feel sick, on the brink of going crazy and you would do just about anything for a nap. When you worry that you can't be a good parent, spouse, worker, friend or anything else and you question if you should even be driving or left alone with your baby due to the overwhelming fatigue. In those times you need to get help, explore co-sleeping or bedsharing, get a sitter, take shifts but ask for help when you feel that tired. And hear this, it will get better. Some day, not as far away as you might think, you will look back and vaguely remember the sleep deprivation like a bad dream during one of the most beautiful times of your life. You know this already but I have to say it anyway: there are more important things than sleeping through the night. By all means, if it seems as if something is wrong such as your baby behaving as though they are in pain, then have your baby checked out and get her/him real help but don't mask a potential problem with an artificially full tummy. Eventually they will stop waking so often and you will get the sleep you so desperately need.<br />
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Sincerely,<br />
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Another Sleep deprived mommy,<br />
The Leaky B@@b<br />
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</i>Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10044848132874174201noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112549216756344228.post-59420191640554627832010-11-10T22:41:00.000-06:002010-11-10T22:41:03.072-06:00A Tale of Two Preemies<div><br />
<span style="font-size: 85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Leanne shares her story of journeying through her own physical problems and then her preemie daughters. The differences in hospitals dedicated to getting human babies human milk is highlighted in this touching story of struggling to get preemies the milk they so desperately need. I am honored to be bringing you this guest post and appreciate Leanne sharing her story. Leanne has a personal blog, <a href="http://nospellingrequired.com/">No Spelling Required</a>, and she would love for you to come say hi.</span></span></div><div></div><div><br />
I believe that sometimes we, as humans, go against what is or should be possible. I am a prime example of that. Genetics has not been kind in my family. I've survived three genetic illnesses that are incurable. Two being autoimmune. Silent diseases that no one else can see, but I can always feel. I was diagnosed with Juvenile Diabetes when I was barely 5 years old. At the age of 17 I was then diagnosed with Grave's thyroid disease. 5 years later I had a secondary diagnosis of Fibromyalgia. It's been proven that people who suffer from one genetic, autoimmune disorder often suffer from another at some point in their life. I was also a rare case with the Grave's Disease because of my young age when it happened. Most people who get thyroid disease don't get it until they are into their 40's and 50's. The Diabetes I've always been able to deal well with. The other two illnesses, on the other hand, have wreaked a lot of havoc on my life, making me sick for years on end and also causing problems with my two beautiful girls.</div><div><br />
</div><div>My first had breathing problems due to being born early and having underdeveloped lungs. She spent about two weeks in the NICU back in '96 when she was born. Surprisingly enough, she came out of it with flying colors even through the horrid radiation treatment I received while I was pregnant with her. Her only mishap being that she had a heart murmur which had resolved itself by the time she was 6 months old. <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTLVKSYFBks0-zYSkQCK-IyPwitMxJR80_QCgCr2T-gGD-qvC06u5KWQlU1dIa-797JeXyYyKdCYdcWyFaEkaNimHKzbsbBjZq7CoVtnRodNjrRALp_0U5iK7HI27-PXQS4TQxVJdEht8/s1600/2-300x178.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTLVKSYFBks0-zYSkQCK-IyPwitMxJR80_QCgCr2T-gGD-qvC06u5KWQlU1dIa-797JeXyYyKdCYdcWyFaEkaNimHKzbsbBjZq7CoVtnRodNjrRALp_0U5iK7HI27-PXQS4TQxVJdEht8/s1600/2-300x178.jpg" /></a></div></div><div>Breastfeeding with Jordan was short lived. The hospital at the time had taken total control of her feeding "schedule" and immediately put a bottle into her mouth when she was no longer feeding from her IV alone. I never even had a chance to latch her on once. This is the happenings of hospitals bought out by formula companies. I tried repeatedly to get her to latch on and gave up quickly with lack of proper support and knowledge at the time to do much more to help her become used to breastfeeding. I pumped for a few weeks afterward and still felt it was useless because of how little I was able to produce at the time. Our entire breastfeeding relationship had been sabotaged right from the beginning. I was only 20 years old at the time and did exactly what I thought every mom eventually did anyway and of course started her immediately on formula. I regret every day that I didn't have the information I do now. I would have made sure I succeeded at the one gift I could have given her that was so very important. </div><div><br />
</div><div>After Jordan was born, I had also decided I didn't want to ever try for another baby as well. I felt like I had been through enough with her to have her be my only little star. In 2006 I knew I was never going to have more children and did something that, at the time, felt very right for me and had breast reduction surgery. At 5 ft. even and being a DD bra size, it was way too much for me and I wanted to finally be comfortable, therefore I went through it. For 3 years I was in love with myself all over again and felt great! Little did I know that last Christmas I had a small gift in the beginning stages of pregnancy starting. I found out two days before Christmas day that I was pregnant with my second daughter! I just about went through the roof when we found out. My first baby was now 13 years old! I had not expected this ever. Fate had different plans for me than to be only a mother of one though.</div><div><br />
</div><div>After the initial shock wore off, I spent many of my months of pregnancy doing a lot of homework, joining online mommy groups, and studying up on how I was going to attempt breastfeeding again after my reduction. I dove into this feet first and learned how much things had changed. I had the internet this time around to guide me and boy did I ever utilize this ability! The thought of donor milk and milk banks had crossed my mind after learning about them, in case I couldn't produce enough. I expected not to produce enough, but was adamant to make sure I was able to at least breastfeed a little this time around. Little did I know at the time how expensive buying breast milk was! </div><div><br />
</div><div>Sam and I ended up have little Zoe almost 7 weeks early because of my illnesses. Once again, I had another baby in the NICU. Only this time with many more problems and a much more intense situation. Zoe was born with thyroid issues as well. She was another very rare case. Something that almost NEVER happens to babies of women with thyroid disease did indeed happen to her and I. The antibodies that I still carry in my body, even after treatment, had crossed over the placenta and started attacking her thyroid gland. This is only supposed to happen with a woman who is actively hyperthyroid while being pregnant. I was not. My thyroid function has actually gone deeply the opposite way. I can no longer produce thyroid hormone at all on my own due to I-131 radiation treatment I had received during my first pregnancy. The case of this happening runs at only a 2% chance that the baby will be affected. That would mean about 1 in 25,000 babies would be born with Neonatal Thyrotoxicosis like Zoe was born with. The fact I was no longer hyper with my thyroid function makes this almost an anomaly type of situation as well and that much more of a rare case!<br />
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</div><div>The one wonderful thing about the hospital we had Zoe in was the milk banking they did. Huge amounts of stored breast milk donated by local mothers for all these NICU babies! I was petrified that I'd again be doomed to have to deal with formula pushers, especially after my previous experience. This time I came in knowing exactly what I didn't want though! I knew I wanted to breastfeed her exclusively for as long as I possibly could. I knew I'd probably have to supplement, but I wanted to her to have MY milk first and foremost! The hospital agreed! I was so shocked when the doctor started trying to talk me into signing the consent form to have donated milk given to her. I think I shocked him as well by grabbing his pen and signing the form before he even had a chance to finish what he wanted to tell me. The lactation consultants were also amazing. They knew the hard road that Zoe and I were facing with trying to produce enough milk after reduction. They did everything they could to keep me going with pumping for her while she was in the NICU and when she was finally able to start latching on, they continued with the amazement. Everything under the sun was tried to make this work for her and I including giving me my own SNS to supplement her with. The consultants, nurses, and doctors were all so diligent in helping us succeed in this. Zoe exclusively breastfed for a full month as well as she was on the donor milk. I will be thankful every day for having that hospital staff during her traumatic birth just for the fact that they were so supportive of all our needs and wants.<br />
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I continued to pump when I got her home. Eventually it became too frustrating for me to pump like crazy and only get, on average, 10 ml for both sides. I was taking Reglan from the doctors, Fenugreek, and eating oatmeal like crazy. I would produce the milk and become engorged like a mad woman, but never be able to get anything more than tiny bits at a time. Throughout a 24 hour period I'd pump just barely enough to fill a full 4 oz. bottle. It was too stressful at the time to continue to do this. I did give up completely. However, I was then on the search for a donor. Two weeks ago I finally found the lady for my little girl! A woman who had donated before to an adoptive mom and is willing to donate to Zoe all the extra that she gets. She fills her freezer up, and I come when she calls and take it off her hands. It's an amazing, beautiful gift that this lady has give Zoe and I and I could never be thankful enough to find someone like her to help us. It takes someone so very special to be able to part with something so personal such as breast milk. I am completely amazed every time I meed such a selfless person in my life such as this lady. She gives such a precious gift to my little girl of her own free will. For that, I am just plain thankful, again amazed, and completely honored.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Through all of this, and with the help of everyone who has in the past few months given so much to us, we are coming out on top. The antibodies of mine that invaded Zoe's tiny little body are finally starting to die off. Hopefully by the time she is 6 months old they will completely die. Until then, we will continue to care for her special needs and delicate situation. The amazing people who have joined us in keeping up with what's best for her will never ever be forgotten, even when I grow old, I will always remember. Zoe may not, but I will always be forever thankful!<br />
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